I could track the traffic on the road,
the app I had showed me where bad traffic was and found routes around the traffic and I even tracked the weather with doplar radar.Check out the band of showers on my weather map to the right. We hated driving on I95 and decided to try an alternate route home. Wouldn't you know, the band of bad weather was ONLY along the I81 corridor that we chose to try. It rained on us from Maine to Charlottesville Va. but there was much less traffic, toll booths, and traffic stalls, so it did turn out to be a better route home. I could search for restaurants, our hotel, local things to see, it was endless, and addictive. I also checked email and read blogs along the way, although I still can't really blog with my ipad and I don't like typing replies on other blogs, so that was limited use. If I saw a point of interest, I just did a quick google to see what it was, and I got quick history lessons along the way. I read about rivers we crossed, towns we passed through, it was mind boggling and for Wesley, my anti techie, infuriating! At one point, when I was driving, Gerry was messing with his GPS, her GPS (a newer model), his iphone, and my ipad. Wes just threw her hands up in utter dismay. It was a bit much I have to admit, but he is a tech junkie, I ride somewhere in the middle of the two of them.
The EVIL STINKY.
There are always traffic stalls, assholes, crazy drivers and out of control truckers on this road, and I am a nervous wreck sitting in the passenger seat. This is in Connecticut. It looked like this last year when we drove up on a Monday. This was on a SUNDAY! Doesn't anyone around there ever stay home?
The toll booths are another reason we looked for an alternate way home. There has to be a better way. And by the way, where is that money going? I thought it was supposed to pay for the roads, but my car will need an alignment after this trip, so they are not spending that money to fix any pavement that I drove on. By now you are probably asking yourself why we didn't fly. Have you tried to book a flight lately? It's worse than driving on Hell Highway (my new name for I95). Every time we thought we had something lined up, the price changed. We would have to rent a car, we like our car. Gerry travels by plane all the time and it's never easy. I used to travel every week and it was so easy. Now it is just a way to make you grow old and angry faster, just not worth it. Driving is so much more pleasant, most days anyway. And we had lots of time in the car to argue and laugh and listen to good music, eat chocolate and twizzlers and pringles, create new names for things, all the good things that come with car travel.
Oh, about the first photo: great little Mexican dive we found in Brunswick Maine. Very slow service and not at all attractive, but the salsa verde on my spinach enchiladas with corn tortillas made my eyeballs sweat and the sopapillas were the real deal. I saw this sign on the way back to the car and asked Wes and Gerry to stand by it so I could take a picture. They got weird on me and it became a trend all through our trip. I have lots more of these, some I might not be allowed to show, haha!
more later...... Hasta la vista